Poetry competition CLOSED 30th June 2024 11:52am
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Haiku
Nature and life
Nature breathes us life
spurn its socour, so selfish
hastens our demise
So great its bounty
to abuse it and despise
bind that undermines
Burnt our bridges, crossed
to late, for the amens repost
inadaquacy
Ashes of what could be
paradise, dreams unachieved
our stupidity
spurn its socour, so selfish
hastens our demise
So great its bounty
to abuse it and despise
bind that undermines
Burnt our bridges, crossed
to late, for the amens repost
inadaquacy
Ashes of what could be
paradise, dreams unachieved
our stupidity
Written by slipalong
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Heaven's Pull Grows Strong
We are chained to earth,
By our hopes, dreams, appetites,
And loved ones still here.
But the bonds weaken,
As we experience loss,
Of those we most love.
Eventually,
Heaven wins the tug of war,
As grief seeks release.
And spirit flies free,
Its chains snapped by heaven's pull,
Towards those we love.
Thus we fallen rise,
If our lives made us worthy,
By the Grace of God.
Lonely, lost no more,
Open arms awaiting us,
To welcome us home.
By our hopes, dreams, appetites,
And loved ones still here.
But the bonds weaken,
As we experience loss,
Of those we most love.
Eventually,
Heaven wins the tug of war,
As grief seeks release.
And spirit flies free,
Its chains snapped by heaven's pull,
Towards those we love.
Thus we fallen rise,
If our lives made us worthy,
By the Grace of God.
Lonely, lost no more,
Open arms awaiting us,
To welcome us home.
Written by VictorDLopez
(Victor D. Lopez)
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My last token
Why am I still here
Danced with death so many times
Last ticket to ride
Danced with death so many times
Last ticket to ride
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Progression?
I'm left in the dust
I'm refusing to conform
Cyber affliction
I'm refusing to conform
Cyber affliction
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Lost Soul
Can you see me now?
Great, cause I don't see myself
Help me find my soul
Great, cause I don't see myself
Help me find my soul
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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The Rose Cold
Aaah... Haiku! Haiku!
" Bless You! " Thanks, it's hay fever...
Aaaah... Haiku! Haiku!
" Bless You! " Thanks, it's hay fever...
Aaaah... Haiku! Haiku!
Written by Rew
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Decisions
What I have done now
Choice without reservation
I regret nothing
Choice without reservation
I regret nothing
Written by fianaturie8
(Fia Naturie)
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Dad
Oh what I would give
For us to just speak again
I really miss you dad...
For us to just speak again
I really miss you dad...
Written by sweetdevil
(CortneyB)
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Gazebo
You blew home with the
dandelion fluff, found you
asleep in my chair.
dandelion fluff, found you
asleep in my chair.
Written by Detritus
(Clay)
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THE LOVE OF A WRITER
I wrote my first lines to win love.
Then I wrote to defend what is right.
I don't know if I was a poet or writer.
Just some few lines of words but it makes sense.
Then I wrote again. Wether verses or prose, I can't really tell.
Just a rebel writer that I am...
The ink seduced me. I can't stop anymore
I am just an ordinary writer in a low class community school.
I find my purpose in- between the lines.
I love the poem
I love the slam
But I am in love with the lines.
I can't stop anymore because I am a rebel writer.
Spilling the ink in- between the lines resonate louder than the megaphone.
I want my voice to be heard.
I fight the wrong.
- The political malpractice
- The financial thievery
- The religious opium
I see men and women in love.
I see other suicide of love.
I see hope and see hopeless.
I wish I can put my pen at rest here and lock my ink for good.
BUT....
I am a rebel writer.
I fight with my pen.
I bring justice with the ink
I write for love and about love.
And I write when it is legitimate.
I will sink feather into the ink when power abuses the youths
I am here...
To contribute my quota to our call as writer.
A big clap to all writers...
Then I wrote to defend what is right.
I don't know if I was a poet or writer.
Just some few lines of words but it makes sense.
Then I wrote again. Wether verses or prose, I can't really tell.
Just a rebel writer that I am...
The ink seduced me. I can't stop anymore
I am just an ordinary writer in a low class community school.
I find my purpose in- between the lines.
I love the poem
I love the slam
But I am in love with the lines.
I can't stop anymore because I am a rebel writer.
Spilling the ink in- between the lines resonate louder than the megaphone.
I want my voice to be heard.
I fight the wrong.
- The political malpractice
- The financial thievery
- The religious opium
I see men and women in love.
I see other suicide of love.
I see hope and see hopeless.
I wish I can put my pen at rest here and lock my ink for good.
BUT....
I am a rebel writer.
I fight with my pen.
I bring justice with the ink
I write for love and about love.
And I write when it is legitimate.
I will sink feather into the ink when power abuses the youths
I am here...
To contribute my quota to our call as writer.
A big clap to all writers...
Written by OncleNyck
(MatureBoy)
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I LOVE YOU
No words needed just one look into your beautiful gorgeous eyes tells me everything I've always wanted to know..
Written by OncleNyck
(MatureBoy)
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